Thesun beat down on the backof
his bronzedneck andshone onhis hair, thecolor of roasted coffee,a shadelighter than the dark shadow that charcoaledhisface. Shefluffedher feathers in anticipation. Take your shirtoff, Brick.

She’dheardthegiant werebear,Gee, call him that name a decadeago.
He’dmadesomejoke abouta wall and the hardness of themale’s head. ButBrickhadn’t laughed back then. Not ever.

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Taryn Kincaid writes paranormal, historical and contemporary romance, sometimes spiced with a little humor or a lot of snark. Get swept away by her swoon-worthy heroes. Her latest, AMBER'S ACE, is her 3rd Black Hills Wolves book, following WOLF'S SONG and ANOTHER CHANCE in Decadent Publishing's popular multi-author series.
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